Beneath a sky forever grey

the concrete jungle stretches on

structures of steel and stone

lifeless and forsaken

stand in silent condemnation.

No birds left to sing

no joy left to bring

and to whom?

Nobody’s around.

They all left to the abyss of their own creation

for it always stares back with the great burning eye

something’s got to give

when you only take for so long

a debt was repaid.

Grandchildren, now only echoes of the past

of the great race with a dying grace

of a temporary flash in 57 megatons

dead and rotten,

now forgotten

as the dust settles

as if Time were standing still

with nothing left to move

all that remains is silence.